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Professor,” I called after him, my heart fluttering at the warm smiled he flashed at me as he stepped out into the sun. Turning back to face Liam I was startled by the shocked expression on his face.
    “What?” I said, taking a much needed gulp of my frozen coffee to calm my jangled nerves.
    “What was that all about?” Liam asked. For once his expression was devoid of devilish intentions.
    “He umm… he was there when Jake and I broke up,” I hedged, focusing on the plastic cup in my hands, watching the condensation run down onto my fingers. For a moment I wasn’t sure he would believe me, his brows knotted in suspicion, but finally he relented and smiled at me knowingly.
    “Now I see why you’re so into art. Are all your teachers like Professor Sexy Pants?” he asked with a grin and a devious sparkle in his eyes. I couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of me, and for the first time since my encounter with Jake I felt like I was truly happy.
    Professor Sexy Pants, indeed, I thought to myself as I turned and watched his retreating back through the large windows.
    ***
    After Liam dropped me off at the apartment so he could go shopping with Patrick, I spent the afternoon working on a paper for my Sociology class. Or rather, trying to. It was near impossible to stop my mind from wandering to thoughts of Professor Davis.
    He had looked so different, and so good, in his faded jeans and t-shirt. Not to say that he didn’t look good during class when he wore tailored slacks and button down shirts. I’d had more than one fantasy about loosening his tie and slowly unbuttoning his skin to run my fingers over the warm skin of his chest. But there was something different, almost intimate, about seeing him so relaxed and well, so sexy.
    My phone buzzed beside me on the bed, buried somewhere beneath the spill of my textbooks and laptop, and startled me out of another bout of daydreaming about Professor Davis. Fishing out my phone I checked the display and saw that it was a text from Liam saying that he was staying at Patrick’s again tonight, but only if I was okay on my own. Rolling my eyes at the two lovebirds I sent him a reply that I would be fine, and that I hoped he enjoyed himself.
    Setting the phone aside I turned back to my books but paused when my stomach growled loudly. Glancing down at the clock I saw that I had wasted my entire afternoon woolgathering, and had completely skipped lunch. As soon as I acknowledged my hunger it clawed painfully at my gut.
    Deciding that any more studying would be futile I gathered up my books and laptop, and set them on the small desk in the corner of my room. Snatching up my keys from the dish on the kitchen counter I decided to treat myself to takeout from The House of Kabob down the street. Eagerly stepped out onto the sidewalk I found that the air was still pleasantly warm, with the sun casting a dazzling golden hue on the city. It was my favorite time of day, when everything looked as if it was gilded in gold, and the birds chattered as they flocked to roost in the trees.
    Stepping into the dark interior of the restaurant, I smiled at the hostess and moved to take a seat in the bar. The bartender gave me a friendly smile, recognizing me from the many times that Liam and I had been there before. I looked briefly over the menu before ordering my usual – hummus, chicken schwarma, pita bread, with an extra side of Tatziki sauce. Slowly sipping my beer while waiting for my food, I pulled out my phone to check Facebook and play a quick round of Dice with Friends with my brother Corey.
    A smooth voice at the other end of the bar drew my attention upwards. My mouth dropped open in disbelief as I watched Professor Davis slide onto a stool and accept a menu from the bartender.
    “Professor Davis?” I blurted loudly, instantly wishing that I had kept my mouth shut. His emerald eyes rose to meet mine, widening slightly in surprise.
    “Miss Parker,” he greeted, nodding in my